The Person You Killed
I spent my days in a fog
Welcoming that warm, burning sensation
My shot glass had to offer
My body: a host. For cigarette smoke
My house: void of any presence. Let alone my own
My heart: infinitely empty. To the point of nonexistent
Love had lost all meaning, along with life
I trudged on through the days
Life was passionately unforgiving
Like raging thunder
And I: the cowering dog
A continuous storm, marching on like time itself
Then one day, you slipped into my world
And you slipped your hand into mine
My name rolled off your tongue with ease
The fog rolled away
And the light rolled in
You killed me that day.
Death was always an invited guest
But this kind of Death was much better company
My clouded vision and shrouded mind cleared
As did the smoke from my lungs
The warmth in your laugh
The fire that filled my chest
And the first degree burns left from your kiss
Was a perfect substitute for the liquor
And more craved by my lips
Life grew meaning
As did my steps
Adding a purposeful bounce to my gait
The same motion my heart reenacted
When I asked: How do you put up with such a mess?
Without missing a beat, you'd say "Because I love you"